June 18, 2005

And Now, For Something Completely Different

...at least, here in the hallowed halls (cough) of the Funny Farm, that is...

We used to engage in creating song parodies when we were young and foolish. It's been a while, so you'll have to forgive us if we aren't quite to the level of Mad Kane yet.

We were inspired to do this after reading South Knox Bubba's blog and noting that he had the original tune running around his head while he was blowing back into town. For some strange reason, it then rooted its' seductive melody in our synapses - just long enough so that some of these words kept on surfacing to conscious level. We have managed to flesh out the whole thing for your infotainment. Enjoy!

[Word Updated 19 June (Saturday 25 ForeLithe) 2005]*

Next Plane to Gitmo

(sung to the tune of Last Train To Clarksville)

Words by Tommy Gee

Music by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart

Take the next plane to Gitmo,
It's the shame of a great nation.
You can stay there 'till your dirty,
You've no other destination.
You were slow, you've got to go!
You've got to go!

'Cause there's torture in the morning
And until you're born again
We'll have one more night of beatings
'Til the questions come again.
And you must know, where terr'rists go!
Oh you must know!
And we don't know if you're ever going home.

Take the next plane to Gitmo.
We'll be lying to the nation.
We'll have time for pissing on your Koran
And some interrogation.
Oh... Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!

Take the next plane to Gitmo,
Where we hang you by your bones.
We can't hear you in that noisy
Torture chamber all alone.
You're going to go. You're going to go!
You're going to go!
And we're pretty sure you're never going home.

Take the next plane to Gitmo,
Take the next plane to Gitmo,
[repeat and fade]

Now, if we could only get together a band (called the Ditto Monkees) and go on tour...

* - obvious update based on some resurgent extraordinary renditional memories. We apologize for the inconvenience.

Posted by (: Tom :) at June 18, 2005 07:53 AM